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Fox Hunt	By : Ms.Kinky Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 15622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own GOT. It is the property of George RR Martin. I receive no financial gain (only personal satisfaction) from this story. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 4: Stuffed and Mounted
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   Watching his bride shudder only brought Ramsey more excitement. Another wicked smile graced his lips as she rose from her warm seat and up into the cold air. She considered taking one last sip of water to stall, but Ramsey must’ve read her mind. He smirked before grabbing Fyona by the wrist and throwing her over his shoulder as if it were nothing. The proud Bolton lord slapped her ass and her lovely yelp rang in his ears as he swiped yet another goblet of wine off the tray of a passing servant girl. Most in the room cheered his brutish actions while a few more important lords and ladies looked away rather uncomfortably. The embroidery of her gown shimmered as it continued to jiggle long after he struck her. He put his beautifully sculpted adams’ apple on display as he gulped his wine and Roose stared daggers into his once bastard son. Ramsey must have felt them too, because the moment he finished his cup, he slammed it down in front of his father, daring him to make the next move. His blood drop earring glowed defiantly in the candle light. The calculating father and arrogant son seemed to stare off for an eternity before Roose stated, “Go on then. Fuck your new bride.” Fyona nervously shifted and Ramsey’s ice cold stare was finally broken by his own hearty laugh. “Well then!” He shouted to the room. “Off to make more little Bolton lords and ladies!” Fyona’s entire body grew red not only from embarrassment, but from the horribly uncomfortable feeling of being handled by Ramsey. His broad shoulder dug hard into her stomach and she felt so naked through the thin dress. The shear, silky material had left her shaven pussy feeling rather exposed. As the party cheered on their fake marriage and forced encounter, Ramsey drunkenly kicked open the massive iron door and carted her off. His arrogant and casual display of strength had her body feeling things she desperately didn't want it to.

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   She assumed he’d put her down once they left the great hall, but he continued to carry her through dark corridors and winding stairs. As they finally reached ‘their’ new bedroom, they were greeted by two brooding guards. “Make sure no one bothers us.” Ramsey ordered sternly. They each nodded, and the one standing to the right opened the door for them. As they entered, Ramsey finally relented and placed her down. The sensation was strange to be back on her own two feet. The room itself, much to her surprise, was actually quite romantic. In his monstrous, four-canopy bed of wolf furs was a meadow of sprinkled flower petals in a range of gorgeous colors. Countless candles were lit and scattered across the room, bathing them both in flickering light. As she admired their surroundings, Ramsey admired her. He had always been good at holding his drink, but in his intoxicated state, he quickly became hypnotized by the candle light dancing over her golden flesh. He jerked her out of her single moment of peace as he placed his rough hands over her shoulders, whispering in her ear. “You will submit to me. And I promise to leave you begging for more.” Fyona shivered as his voice resonated over her skin. After removing his own shirts, he slowly slipped her dress over her bare breasts and down the length of her body, getting down on his knees as he did so. From here, he had the most spectacular view of her perfect round ass and sculpted legs. He cupped her cheeks and fondled them with hunger. Fyona’s nipples had grown hard from their sudden exposure and she couldn’t stop herself from shuddering at his every action. How could her body betray her like this? Ramsey was a devil, she was sure of it. Yet, as she stared down at his handsome face, she immediately felt herself growing wet at the very sight of him. Ramsey stared back up at her and his cock twitched at her obvious approval. Satisfying his hunger, he dove his face between her golden legs and lapped away at her dripping slit like one of his dogs. Fyona released a shaky, melodic moan and tried to steady herself against one of the bedposts. Ramsey smirked as his thumb drew electric circles around her clit. The onyx thumb ring he wore felt ice cold against her lips and she hugged the poster of the bed even tighter. He spread her long legs further apart and she eagerly awaited his actions.
“You two! Get in here and watch.”
Fyona stared at him in utter disbelief. “Wait, Ramsey, please! No..why?”
“Because, my love!” He said with that same sinister joy. “How else would we all know for sure that our marriage has been consummated? We’ll need witnesses, now won’t we?” She shivered beneath his dark gaze. Throughly soaked with her own arousal and Ramsey’s generous saliva, her pussy tingled with the breeze of the opening chamber door. The two guards entered and her face felt red hot. “Now then, my gorgeous wife. On your knees.” Stunned by the order, Fyona slowly began to comply. A bit too slowly for Ramsey, however, as he forced her the rest of the way down roughly by her shoulders. She winced, but was still strangely turned on by his show of strength over her own. Eye-level with his muscular waist, she knew what he expected next. It was probably in her best interest to keep him happy, so she tried her best to ignore the new audience. She wouldn’t let him get to her, but she would try to get to him the best she could. Her survival depended on it. Inhibitions out the window, she unhooked his leather belts and untied his pants, springing forth at least eight inches of throbbing, Northern cock. She certainly hadn’t been expecting that and gasped at the sight of its girth. Chuckling at her expression, his ego was properly stroked. Not waisting any more time, Fyona gently grasped it with both hands, flicking her tongue over Ramsey’s pulsing head. He let out a rugged moan, clearly demanding more. Obeying her sadistic husband, Fyona’s plump, shapely lips parted to take him in as far as her delicate throat would allow. She eagerly stroked him with both hands to a perfect rhythm. Ramsey moaned as his engorged length slid in and out of her skilled mouth and he found himself getting closer. He glanced down and was pleased to see her looking up at him with those dark, sparkling doe eyes framed by flirting lashes. His bride was simply too good at this and his cock swelled even more with the presence of his envious on-lookers. It soon grew to be too much and the Bolton lord could no longer contain his desire. His strong hands tangled themselves in her now wild, tussled black tresses as he plunged his powerful hips into her, exploding and releasing his seed down her throat. As Fyona choked, Ramsey removed his intrusive cock. He seemed to steady himself automatically and began to stroke his impressive length once more. As rock hard as ever, it was clear he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet. She gulped and mentally prepared herself as he took an intimidating step closer. He motioned with his finger for her to stand up. As she did, Ramsey took even more notice of how round and perky her large breasts actually were. Roughly grabbing one in each hand, he caressed and moulded them in his hands, licking and sucking her nipples that were now so erect, they actually started to cause her pain. She desperately needed his tongue and his biting to ease her soreness. Fyona moaned and whimpered under his touch, and she soon found herself reaching her arms over his shoulders to pull him even closer. Leaving her nipples wet and wanting more, Ramsey lifted his new bride and threw her on the bed. Grabbing hold of both her thighs, he pulled her waist to the edge of the bed, perfectly meeting with his. Looking behind him, the two guards seemed to have a much more ‘unsteady’ demeanor. They both seemed to sweat with anticipation. Fyona stared up at Ramsey’s enormous, swollen cock and feared the worst.
“Ramsey…” she pleaded.
“Yes?” He asked coyly.
Her voice was shaking. “I…I don’t think it will fit…”
He chuckled. “Oh, sweet fox. We’ll make it fit.”
Wishing she hadn’t said a word, Ramsey spat on his fist and thrust two fingers into her hot opening. Then three…then four… She screamed and pleaded with him to stop, but he just kept easing his hand inside her. When her trashing grew tiresome, he motioned for one of the guards to come hold her down. Soon four became five and Ramsey was slowly pulsing his fist inside her excruciatingly tight pussy. She screamed so loudly that the nameless guard covered her mouth to cease her cries of agony. “No.” Ramsey ordered. “I love her screaming.” When he could no longer contain himself, he slowly removed his hand, allowing her only a second of relief before trusting his cock inside her. Only this time, all she could feel was hot, melting pleasure at being so filled up. Instead of screaming, she was back to moaning. He smirked as he watched her eyes roll back in her head. She no longer needed to be restrained by the guard, but he enjoyed seeing her being so dominated. Besides, the man’s obvious jealously spurred him on as well. Grunting in a way that sent even more shivers through her body, Ramsey’s head tilted back as he pounded away at her. She’d never felt so full in her life. It was absolutely delicious feeling his powerful cock drill away at her cervix. She was so close now… With his hands so roughly holding onto her hips, he moved his thumb over her womb. “Feel it,” he smirked to the guard.
“Sorry, m’lord?” He asked, clearly confused.
“Feel it.” Ramsey repeated. “Feel it in her stomach.”
Merely following orders, the guard placed his hand on the Bolton bride’s flat, toned stomach, only to feel the obvious bulge of a massive dick moving inside her and knocking as if to seek further entrance. That did it. She was going to cum all over this evil bastard’s cock and nothing in the world could stop that. Her dignity had been completely erased. She knew it was hopeless, but now she could only beg.
   “Please!” She looked up at Ramsey with desperate eyes. “…please. Please don’t cum in me…”
   For a single moment, he froze. “Ha…haha…hahaha!!!” Her heart sank, but her pussy began to tighten. She’d lost. Still laughing, Ramsey let go of her waist and threw her legs over his shoulders. She took a sharp intake of breath at the deeper penetration and with a final scream, her pussy began to pulsate mercilessly around his cock. That was more than enough for Ramsey. Thrusting with the aim to bruise her, he soon felt the swelling of his balls release as he violently filled her with every last drip of cum he could reward her. It was such a shame he'd already finished. He could do it all again after seeing those somber tears rolling down her cheeks.

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